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| 42. | PRETTY, LAUGHING EOLINE. |
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| The adopted daughter | ||
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PRETTY, LAUGHING EOLINE.
BY F. H. STAUFFER.
Ambush'd in those silken lashes
Vivid thought electric flashes;
Peeping through those dangling tresses
Glowing with their warm caresses,
A neck as white as snow is seen;
Pretty, laughing Eoline!
Thy jetty brows like crescents rise
In heavy arches o'er thine eyes;
Each spanning, like a rainbow bright,
Its hemisphere of golden light,
Enhancing beauty with their gleam—
Blithesome, dark-eyed Eoline!
An air divine, a winsome grace,
United to an angel face:
Seldom links like thee are given,
Connecting things of earth with heaven
With less of shadow than of sheen,
Tender-hearted Eoline!
A virtuous mind, a feeling heart,
A sweeter zest to life impart;
Morals pure and wit refined,
How sweetly, yet how rarely join'd!
These all in thee are fitly seen,
Thoughtful, dreamy Eoline!
Vivid thought electric flashes;
Peeping through those dangling tresses
Glowing with their warm caresses,
A neck as white as snow is seen;
Pretty, laughing Eoline!
Thy jetty brows like crescents rise
In heavy arches o'er thine eyes;
Each spanning, like a rainbow bright,
Its hemisphere of golden light,
Enhancing beauty with their gleam—
Blithesome, dark-eyed Eoline!
An air divine, a winsome grace,
United to an angel face:
Seldom links like thee are given,
Connecting things of earth with heaven
With less of shadow than of sheen,
Tender-hearted Eoline!
A virtuous mind, a feeling heart,
A sweeter zest to life impart;
Morals pure and wit refined,
How sweetly, yet how rarely join'd!
These all in thee are fitly seen,
Thoughtful, dreamy Eoline!
| The adopted daughter | ||